I cast a net
into my memory
looking for the
school of nostalgia
of my lover
they shimmer silver
dart back and forth
teasing me making
hunger grow
I strike
quickly at the nearest
yesterday the day before
I lunge into the cluster
opening my mind
to the far past
and find a party
we went to
two summers
ago

Let me see
his hair was
a bramble
of dark curls
his eyes were
large ovals and
always resembled
a deer in headlights
his cheekbones were
as high as the Alps
then cascaded down
the concave of his cheeks
to his smile which never
frowned always laughing
Let me see
he was
infectious.